
This wasn't the first time he'd been to Deliv, and it probably wasn't going to be the last.
The city was a crossroad of all sorts and types. Vel Anir had never been the most accepting of nations, and in truth neither had Cortos. The Radiant Church hadn't exactly been known for it's open door policies, and as their control slowly crawled through the land, those who wanted to avoid their prying eyes were pushed further and further out.
Deliv, then, became one of the best places for anyone of that sort to go. The city was something of a bridge(heh), between the two lands, and meant neither had complete control of it. The hustle and bustle of the chaotic bridge city was a good place to hide; which was precisely why Cenric and his companion had come here. "I would guess he's in the Underbridge."
Cenric said, throwing one of the strange pieces of cooked dough into his mouth. The sweetness exploding over his tongue to an almost over the top degree.
"I doubt he has the coin to stay in any of the nicer places." Renegade Dreadlords tended to have resources, but their target wasn't one of them. Savel hadn't been known for pinching his pennies, in fact he'd been known for just the opposite. That was why it had been so easy to pay him off to spy on the Republic. "Plus, easier to hide down there with all the other weirdos."
He continued, offering the paper bag to his companion. "Right?"
The Dreadlord said with a needling smile.